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~~RaVeN~~
 Jan 13, 07 - 3:58 PM |
Poets Corner~~FEEL FREE TO POST YOURS!!!
I thought it would be cool to start a poets corner feel free to post yours! I wanted to break up the boredom on here  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DESIRE DESIRE IS GREED DESIRE IS PAIN DESIRE IS DISPAIR DESIRE BLEEDS DESIRE IS EMPTY DESIRE IS UNWORTHY DESIRE IS DEATH THE END IN THE END MORTALS BLEED..... ALWAYS STAINING DESIRE AT IT'S DEEPEST ROOT UNTIL THE CORE IS NO MORE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why do you find anger in my choices? You mistrust me, yet you continue to lie to yourself. You say your solid...yet your unfirm in your words Words you think are visions Wisdom spoken from your lips are treacherous They are poison and cloud my mind Trust is not convient-it is spoiled and soured Sucking your mind dry it feeds me You try to change me Sorry I ruined your plan! I am unprogramable You can't fix a soul with missing pieces Those never mend Wilted and drained from the echoing visions I strive for perfection Only reaching the surface I frown...even shed a tear I see your scornful eye... I feel the rage of your indecision I seek your confussion...bringing in more dirt That's all I know how to do For damaged souls wreak of disembodied stench Not knowing how to mend Seeking gratification for deeds they've not won So....Take me as I am my love or walk away Change me you can not Accept my ways...forgive me or choose another game! |
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Guest
Jan 13th, 2007 - 5:27 PM |
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Dedicated to thread trolls: I sat with you and your misdirected anger and oppressive negativity keeping my fingers crossed for a way to start a better conversation. It didn't take me long to realize that the desire was not there because today doesn't suck for me because I made today what I wanted. Sleep Work Letters Talks with friends writing and reading. Maybe if you felt alive today or smiled while realizing it's just the weather we could have connected. Maybe not. |
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~~RaVeN~~
Jan 13th, 2007 - 6:34 PM |
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Presentation Of The Jewel _____________________ A sultry peasant snarled by self dispair was I Stuck in a pit of deepest gloom Fathomed by poverty Yet riches beyond the norm For the arrival of the Prince Has made me wealthy A meer wolf in sheep's clothing I thought... But then, He showed me The light in the darkness My ugliest of days Turned into beauty Tradgedy has no purpose Except to make me stronger Lonliness is no more Fear is absent For in the wolf Lies the precious jewel The jewel holding the key To my to my heart and my soul ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In their grave lie the silent Waiting for warmth of spring Gently poking their heads above the soil They seem to smile But tricked are they for now Cheated.... The warmth is replaced by frost's cold breath Stuggling to open~they fall over in dispair Losing fragrent petals~one by one They wait and they hope for just one chance To live a day in the sun It's warmth from the rays tease their senses They open only to drop all but "ONE" fragrent petal Their time is short , so they wait for just "ONE" Human to notice the fading scent But they do not Holding tight in all that they have left~ They wait for their fate Strength they have not~and they falter in the wind Falling....falling down to the ground~they shudder Keeping the essence they have left~ They wait again...For just one person to notice Their lingering smell; but, they do not The sun fades as does their hope But, "ONE" petal...just "ONE" More colorful then all the rest is "NOTICED" Golden feathers~bright, shine bouncing beams Of what is left in color upon the petal~ High...The bird in all it's amazement of the days find Carries the petal~Gently...High...Higher Into the wind they climb Back to it's nest For a moment, the petal is warm with happiness For even a bird~is better then...Nothing at all! No longer "Alone" In the comfort of "wings" the petal succumbs In peace~and it is "Free" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When you have nothing to say because your words may purge your lips, Close your mind Become numb Silent Silent is better...for then, to No One must you answer Secrets burried deep turn to affictions You think...What is life for? If you forget...and you will Your well poisoned heart Will beat once more and your mind will be free. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
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Texas Teacher
Jan 13th, 2007 - 9:57 PM |
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My mom who is 81 now has written poetry all her life. I will post some of hers. I write some poetry, but writing stories is my passion. A Grey Day in Galveston ©Evelyn Crockett It’s a grey day in Galveston The wind is up, the sun is gone. The stark leaves of the trees Show up against the slate grey of the sky. The gulls flying overhead Seem to be telling summer goodbye. But don’t grieve or fret For the best time yet—is soon to be. This town will soon be dense with fog, The dripping of the rain against the window pane. Has a soothing effect on our brain, And shrouds the whole island with mystery. The Dune Dancer ©Evelyn Crockett He piped his songs of love Along the sandy beach. I followed him uncaring For he was not within my reach. He skipped and danced along the dunes, And sang of joys to be. I followed still against my will, So great a man was he. The sunshine he brought with him, He made me young again. Then, when he danced out of my life, He brought despair and pain back in. |
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Guest
Jan 14th, 2007 - 3:10 PM |
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Don't Read This I told you not to read this; Now look what you've done. I was being truthful, And you the nosy one. But it's much too late now; There's no more time for fun. For I am Pandora's box; And all your hope is gone. Stephen C Watson |
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Texas Teacher
Jan 14th, 2007 - 3:15 PM |
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Thanks, Raven. Mom always loved poetry and wrote more romantic poems than any other genre. She is very fragile now, but still can write a small one when she is moved to do so. When she had to spend some time in a nursing home, I framed several of her better ones and hung them in the room. They received a lot of attention which made her happy. Shooting Star A couple stood in the moonlight, To watch a shooting star. They made a wish in silence, While the moon watched from afar. The wish they made was serious With a hint of love to be. While two birds in a treetop Sang a haunting melody. The years sped by swiftly The star had found its place. A smile of pure contentment Was on two old folks face. ---Evelyn Crockett THE WINO He lives a life of pleasure The bottle is his god, The great outdoors his palace— He walks where kings have trod. Sometimes his friends will join him, When it’s time to dine. The meal may be skimpy, Still there’s always wine. After supper’s over, He has a borrowed toke to smoke. His hands reach in his pockets, Now he’s almost broke. He will need a drink tomorrow, But don’t scorn him from afar— Deep down inside, he’s human, Same as you are. Evelyn Crockett |
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Texas Teacher
Jan 16th, 2007 - 9:03 AM |
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My Cat I live alone with just my cat To talk to me about this and that. The conversation may be long, Sometimes it’s rather short, He doesn’t really want to talk, Still he’s a good old sport. He knows sometimes I’m lonely, Sometimes I’m rather blue. He seems to say, “I’m trying hard, But I’m not the same as you. Your interests don’t interest me— They are not about mice or birds in a tree. A saucer of cream or tuna on a plate, Oh, excuse me please, that’s what you just ate. I don’t have to be on a diet It might be fun, I’ll have to try it. I’ll just talk a little so you won’t get bored, For up inside my head I have all my cat memories stored. Evelyn Crockett |
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It's been Awhile
Jan 16th, 2007 - 12:46 PM |
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Then & Now First of all this is no big deal. This is just how I feel. When I was seven I heard about him on the news. It really shocked my shoes. I feel sad for the victims, now on earth they have no life. Though,someone still has the knife. He was a star. This is why, it has gone so far. He took a gun, When he went on the run. He got the chills! So he jumped in his friends wheels. Thinking should I kill or make a deal. If that would have been my dad, it would have been to bad. "The Trial" when I was eight. News people sure thought it was great. In the past, her face black and blue. This he never had a clue. He never threw a fit, and hit. He said,"she was my love," But that's not my glove. Skin color was a fight. Black or White it's still not right. When they said, "He's not guilty" Some thought it was funny. Some thought it was money. Now time has past there's still more news. He's says"Those aren't my shoes" The pictures better be fake for his sake. He now has a new title. He's sure not my idol. He sure is glad, but now I'm mad. It's a crime, that's took alot of time. The news was all fine, but now I'm nine. I think it's for the best,to let the victim's rest. How long this has been,I hope it's all over before I'm ten. Now when this is all done. Still, a family left without a son. Two children holding on to each other, lost without a mother. My son wrote this!! I hope everyone knows who it's about! It's a little long! Hope you enjoy! |
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~~RaVeN~~
Jan 16th, 2007 - 2:44 PM |
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This was not written by me but it sure makes me think! Wisdom From An Indian Elder It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow. If you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own. Without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own. If you can dance with wildness, and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic or to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your life from God's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!" It doesn't interest me to know where you live, or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children. It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep In the empty moments. ~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder~ |
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Texas Teacher
Jan 17th, 2007 - 10:17 AM |
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The Little Baker To celebrate Dad’s birthday, I helped Grandma bake a cake. I worried her so much, I made her poor heart ache. First, I grabbed the flour, And poured it on the floor. I screamed with all my might When Granny wouldn’t give me more. Finally the cake was ready for the pan The moral of this story is— Don’t let a kid help you, Till he grows to be a man. Evelyn Crockett Lost Years I found this old faded rose Pressed between the pages of a book you once read. Time had turned the petals brown It lay there with drooping head. With eyes closed, my memories went back in time, To seek, to search, to try to find our love, Many moments I sat there in silence, Searching for the times so far away. Until a voice spoke to me, “That time is gone, we live today.” I knew it was your youthful voice Intruding upon my dreams and mind. Silently, I closed the book so gently, And said good-bye to years I could not find. ---Evelyn Crockett |
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Texas Teacher
Jan 17th, 2007 - 8:25 PM |
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I am so glad you are enjoying my mother's poetry. It was one of her passions in a life which was not always easy. I will tell her that people are reading and enjoying her poetry which she began writing as a young girl. "The Little Baker" was written about her grandson, Davy, whom she adores. He is 15 now. "Lost Years" was written many years ago about someone she loved--I don't even know his identity. She wrote "The Wino" when she still lived in Marlinton and knew a lot of people who had drinking problems. "The Dune Dancer" was written about someone she met so briefly when she first came to Galveston in the early 80's. She shares the story behind some, and others she keeps mum. She will be 82 in May and her mind is sharp, but her eyesight and hearing are poor. I may post some photos on here at a later time. |
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Larry Himes
Jan 17th, 2007 - 9:23 PM |
Ode to Tabitha - my oldest friend
I wrote this in 1999, When Tab was 8 years old. She will be 16 in March and is still very much alive. Larry ------------------------------------------------ You were just a kitten, sitting in your shelter cage, beside your sweet young mama (perhaps 2 years of age). Since two I sought to rescue, this pair was right for me. Adoption papers I filled out, and brought you home with me. I called your mom Samantha, you - Tabitha - I named. and hoped your witching wiles would not make you ill-famed. Throughout that first year in Falls Church, you grew and grew and grew, and mama got her weight back, eating good old "kitty stew". Then in 1992 we left our quiet cul-de-sac, moved to Reston all at once, and never did look back. Sharon joined our family and you and mama did agree, a nicer human never lived than this sweet, dear Ms. Kennedy. For 2 years all was peaceful, though pet rats made you think twice. "What are these people doing, adopting giant mice?" But Samantha was a roamer, a fault you do not share. And her roaming took her from us, to heaven's rarefied air. Since her passing, we have known two other cats as friends. Ink is sweet and loving, while Smoke gives us the bends! At this stage in our life-times, I feel a special bond with thee, for we are close in relative age, 8 years for you, 50 for me. And soon you will pass by me on your way to what awaits, though we should have many years yet, 'ere we stand before the Gates. And whatever yet befalls us, remember to the end, you will always be forever, my dearest feline friend. |
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Texas Teacher
Jan 18th, 2007 - 9:17 AM |
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With all your references to pets, I couldn't help but post a poem written by my brother, Buddy Crockett, pastor of Trinity Baptist in Buckeye. He gave me permission to post this poem he wrote when his beloved daschund passed away with cancer. Christmas with Snoopy Christmas time was so much fun When Snoop was on the scene. You couldn’t touch the Christmas tree, You couldn’t touch a thing. He loved to watch his Mommy, As she cooked and fixed the house. He would lie on the chair for hours As quiet as a mouse. He had these little games he played, But really he wasn’t mean. He knew that Judy loved him And wouldn’t do a thing. This is our first Christmas without him, And Lord, we miss him so. But someday he will be with us And this I surely know. You wonder what Heaven will be like? We haven’t been there yet. But Heaven wouldn’t be Heaven, Without our special pet. “We love you, Snoopy.” Buddy Crockett, 2004 |
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My Friend by XX's&OO's
Jan 18th, 2007 - 11:25 AM |
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this poem is dedicated to "Guest" My Friend I have a friend I love so dear, she's kind and thoughtful and full of cheer. In times of need she's the first one there, to offer support and tender care. If I am sick she will "take over the oars", cook for my family and do all my chores! She's never too busy to stop and chat, will drop what she's doing at the drop of a hat. She has a way of making me smile, even if I'm grumpy and my mood is vile. She will coax a laugh, and next a chuckle, then I'm laughing so hard my knees almost buckle! She never asks for a thing in return, her loyalty is something I don't have to earn. I hope she knows how much she means to me... I love you, dear heart, from your best friend Marie. ps- this was written on the spur of the moment because you seem so sad today. I hope it cheers you up and blows the rain cloud away. |
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~~RaVeN~~
Jan 18th, 2007 - 12:47 PM |
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Comfort In The Light In the distance, a brilliant light was shining... Down from the sky Down to the trees... Down to the ground.... So brilliant was the shine. My desire to investigate ventured me ~ Down the stone path which led to the forest. At the edge of the wise old tree, At the forest's enterence~ I stood in total amazement. My heart raced as my desire to reach the light~ Quickened even more. Desires to touch it and feel the warmth~ That I definitely knew I'd feel.... Not caring of the consequences for touching this ~ Brilliant find of all time! Closer and closer I stepped carefully, and slowly, Feeling the warmth it emitted.... The closer I got, the warmer it became. Now, standing at the base of the light form, I stepped forward and entered the light! In the light there was peace! In the light there was joy! No fear did I feel in the light. Then came the sounds....almost deafening to my ears. Brilliant high pitched singing....getting closer~ and closer. Still, I was not afraid....for before me stood seven glorious angels. With arms outstretched to embrace me. Dare I touch them I thought in my mind? Words came not from my lips but they answered me Just as if I had spoken! I stood in total bewilderment! Not moving or speaking. Then I heard:"Fear Not MY Child" we shall not hurt you! I ran to their comforting arms filled with such love... All of my emotions were comming from every direction. I felt love....I felt peace...and warmth penetrated my whole being... Then, They spoke again. My blessed child...fear not your worldly troubles, for you are not forgotten. Everything you need will be supplied unto you from "Our Father in Heaven" Glory be to the one most high! You have no need to fret my child, This is our special messege to you! God has sent us here to assure you that your not being forgotten. That God waits for you and loves you.... He is with you through all of the good as well as all of the bad. Remember this my child, all good things come to those who wait. As you venture back through space and time.... My child....As you go, let there be peace, Let their be love. Take care of your fellow man even if they hate you.... Let there be peace and love within your heart always! copywrited by Jennifer L. Hess 7/2001 |
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SNOW_GODDESS_1998
Jan 19th, 2007 - 1:22 AM |
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I hope everyone likes my poem. I have a lot more to share if anyone is interested! LOST&FREE I love-&then, it's lost again Departed, leaving only friend simplistic gesture, with no end Ionly hope, it is pretend. Spare, my heart; ABUSE- my skin believe my soul; it's worth, within! ONLY, is the name for you! & only will I care, beneath my sensuality; your soul so warm & bare! Why can't you see: That's all of me-- What's, here, I have to give Unnatural; the touch, we share, A life's worth, yet to live. No words; have, here, explained me we're lost without a source, Behaving so berating- A LESSON WITH NO COURSE! I long for you to want me! This, is my drastic need! But if you wish, conclusion: My heart lays, lost, but FREED! -MdF 02- |
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Ima Meanone
Jan 20th, 2007 - 10:20 AM |
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Just can't figure out why people want to rag on Roger! Probably because they can't get the best of him in a verbal exchange, so they resort to posting trash about him. Tisk, tisk. Well, here is one for Rogers "troll".... Them Etater Trolls About them Etater Trolls, they don't make no sense! Goin' on the Tater, postin' weird comments. About them Etater Trolls, are they on a team? Postin' first is their thing, what an odd meme? Look at all them Tater Trolls, what a waste of bits? Most are modded down it's true, what a good riddance. How to be a Tater Troll, don't need a ticket, think up something really weird, then anonymously post it. |
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Texas Teacher
Jan 21st, 2007 - 12:26 AM |
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When I’m Gone When I’m gone, don’t worry I’ll be with you every hour. It may be in the sunshine Or a freshly blooming flower. Or maybe in a breeze To cool your fevered brow I won’t be far away. ---Evelyn Crockett Why Do I Love You? Why do I love you? Oh! Darling why? When you aren’t near me, why do I cry? Why do I want you close to my heart? Why when I love you, must we stay apart? Our love is as sweet as the September falling rain Why, when I love you, must it bring me so much pain? ---Evelyn Crockett |
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~~RaVeN~~
Jan 22nd, 2007 - 6:15 PM |
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Bleed Bleed me dry The rivers flow blood Santified Red Crimson Deep In deep water It breeds Multiplies Holding not my tears But draining them of Impurities Cleansing sins long Forgotten Healing wounds Burned bright and I am free! copywrited:JLH |
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missing my mom
Jan 23rd, 2007 - 1:05 PM |
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All To Me You left us so gradually, It was such a tragedy. Everything is what you are to me. In my life you took the job of… Grandparents, father and motherly love. You are all to me and I didn’t see, Until you passed slowly before me. T regret the things I didn’t say, And not staying the times you asked me to stay. If I could have a second chance, I’d never look over a single glance, Of how you were so much to me But never could make my mind see. I have memories of me and you But they seem to be only a few. I always thought you’d be there, Losing you is too much to bare. |
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thinking of my father
Jan 23rd, 2007 - 1:22 PM |
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My Father By Birth You were suppose to be a daddy to me, But that I never got to see. You were never there to be the things, That daddy’s all are to life suppose to bring. Showing me how a boy could be, Never enough to be with me. You weren’t there to show me love, Or how to grow up and be proud of…. A whole woman with so many dreams Of how a family could be so many things. It makes me think other things, Were more important than a daughters being. It felt so empty when you died, Because I had no pride. I didn’t get to know you at all, I had mom to pick me up after a fall. She did just fine by me as good as I can see, You must of not been proud of me, Or you would have been more than “My Father by birth” to me. |
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~~RaVeN~~
Jan 23rd, 2007 - 6:33 PM |
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Cling to my breast beast within Hold the hand that feeds you Then, gnaw it off How sweet thy lips Purged with fear Keep my heart then, Turn it to stone Forbidden is the sweetness That lies within Forever sheltered you falter Once again Steadfast and true am I But blinded truth is nye As your blood stains my side I die while the poison Greets my lips Purged forever in a smile You cry I Love You! But late....too late are Your words For I like the wind am gone Forever....and you cry copywrited by JLH |
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David Fleming
Jan 23rd, 2007 - 11:46 PM |
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You are quiet. Cold and light, under fog's Shroud you rest. Gently rolling far, up and over Into mist you disappear. You are content. Snow covers you, and All you show are gone stalks Here and there in rows. You are kind. My tracks I see over you Recorded for the day, Maybe two or three. You will forget I was here. Spring comes, gone stalks gone New ones overtake. I will not be there. Your memory, thawed and plowed Will betray my trail, and You will not care. I will not care. Then years away Upon some other snow My misted memory will recall. In my thoughts I will see You, that snow, that fog My tracks. A brilliant glimmer off Compacted cold intrusion Will light recall in me about that day. But you won't see me, You won't remember. You won't perceive how You walked across my mind, That your tracks Linger in me, That I will not forget You were here. DF |
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Texas Teacher
Jan 24th, 2007 - 7:04 AM |
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Along My Street Along my street, I stopped to smell the roses, To see the drops of dew that God put there. I heard the birds in early morning singing, I reverently bowed my head in prayer. Dear God, keep my heart as soft as rose petals, My tears as gentle as the drops of dew— Keep me close beside you, Father, Until I keep my covenant with you. --Evelyn Crockett Autumn Rusty leaves, crunching footsteps, Air with a cool tinge, Sunshine, soft raindrops, autumn begins. --Evelyn Crockett |
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David Fleming
Jan 26th, 2007 - 11:37 AM |
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I was there today. I took a seat and stretched my limbs. Tired, hard to wake all the way. Gray-lit snow, on the Road of Planes I heard the Nothing I enjoy so much. It was not cold. I was also over there today, aloft and sheltered. Alive, legs crossed. Not asleep to be sure. Off-right the Road of Three, and the Calm I crave so much. There was no weather. Then I was back there. Grounded, I looked around and listened to the Crickets, chirp chirp, whir whir. The late greens of spring ensconce, it is Everything I love so much. In front of me it is summer. Here I am now, I open my eyes. Standing, inside, Awake, out there is the winter. And the theres are lost within the belts of Treadmills, so many in rows, Chirp chirp, whir whir. DF |
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wipdy doo
Jan 26th, 2007 - 4:24 PM |
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Ladies and gentleman, hobos and tramps...Cross-eyed misquitos and bow legged ants. I come before ya to stand behind ya, to tell you somthing that i know noting about. Late last night, about 10 oclock this morning, a truck load of empty bricks landed on my dead cat and nearly killed him.... |
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Texas Teacher
Jan 26th, 2007 - 7:53 PM |
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Turn Back Time @Evelyn Crockett If I could only turn back time, I’d turn the clock to yesterday. And be again in the little house, Where you kids used to play. I would take the baby on my knee, And rock him gently to and fro. See him smile his love for me, His brown eyes sparkle and glow. We would all be together again, So close would be a thrill. To turn back the clock to yesterday, And make the time stand still. I Have No Fear of Death ©Evelyn Crockett I have no fear of death, For life and death are one. When we have had some trials and hurts, Our first round has been won. The sun’s so brightly shining, No cloud is in the sky. If I should suddenly leave you, I’ll see you bye and bye. |
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Texas Teacher
Feb 2nd, 2007 - 9:57 PM |
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Wealth of Happiness by Evelyn Crockett Walking, walking, always walking, Slowly moving toward my goal. Never reaching, always grasping For that happiness untold. Is it true there’s happiness waiting Along the years filled so with pain? Or will my hands reach out forever, For this wealth, I’ll never gain. I don't think my Mother wrote this next one, but it was in her scrapbook. It says a lot more than you think when you first read it. Tom Turkey Tom Turkey strutted out with his head held high, He danced along, he had a gleam in his eye. He said to himself, “I’m not afraid to die. I knew when I was hatched, my days would be few, But, I wasn’t idle—I had much to do. I was fed good food, had plenty to eat, Had many girl friends, ah, my life was sweet. The countryside is beautiful, the sky is blue, And now cruel world, I’ll bid you adieu. I’ve done all that I was able, Tomorrow I’ll be on your Thanksgiving table. |
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JinxerPinxer
Feb 2nd, 2007 - 11:51 PM |
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Raven, here is the poem that my daughter wrote when she was nine. She had attended the State Level for and Achievement Program, then went on the complete int the National Level in Birgminham, Alabama. It brought me to tears when I heard it for the first tim. Mind you she is only 11 now, and this was wrote a few years back in 2005. Heroes Everyday when I wake up, before I go to school I know that I can always kiss my mom before I say goodbye. Then I think of all the children whose moms or dads are off at war and it sometimes makes me cry. There are those who have already been lost, or still may never make it home. But at night, when I pray, I look into the stars like a great big shining dome. Then I hope all of the families will never forget those lost, and be so very proud that they forget for all the rest of us, no matter what the cost. Then I can go to sleep at night, and wake up being free. Because the United States of America is where I love to be. (Written by KH, at 11 yrs. of age) |
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Ima
Feb 3rd, 2007 - 11:41 AM |
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Raven...I found this poem to share with you: The Dentist's Chair In the dentist's chair I lie, I am not brave, I think I'll cry! He turns to me my tooth to fill,  I start to sweat when I hear the drill. I reach around and grab his crotch, I begin to squeeze, but not too much. I move my gaze his eyes to view... If you hurt me then I'll hurt you!  Copyright © Paul Curtis. All Rights Reserved |
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friendly foe
Feb 4th, 2007 - 2:26 PM |
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AESTHETIC THEORY Contrive a poem out of ears Tell it so that its petals unchocolate like a brain in a jar. Wax walnut, melting with thought. Make it a poem almost lewdly knowledgable and make its knowledge ooze, syrup from the punched trunk. Make it snake up to the molecule *****y and put its mouth atomic against the mouth of its core. Pull on its stem to expose its foetus. Make it have children with sleek ginger jaws, make the dogs moan when it passes, let it out of its jar, make it lie with our corpse, our chaos. Make it hungry, evil, enenmy of Death. Put it on paper. Read it. Make surgery its sigh, and of such sting the scorpions call it Jehovah & Who. Make it now before you crap out. Contrive it, sperm it, stoke it, make it efficient, make it fit, make it more poem than Poem can survive. Stan Rice, Some Lamb 1975 |
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Roger Sharp
Feb 5th, 2007 - 1:34 PM |
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A poem for today by my uncle Dempsey Sharp THE OLD NORTH WIND The Old North Wind continues to blow After sculpting the fields of day old snow. There's creases and ridges and drifts galore He keeps rearranging it to make room for more. The temperature has dropped and he carries a chill With a lengthy exposure we could become ill. I know it is necessary and not too late To freeze some seeds so they will germinate. But, please Mr. ONW, you need not vent your spleen And drop my thermometer to minus fourteen. (I'm cold, DTS) |
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Ima
Feb 5th, 2007 - 2:23 PM |
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THE JABBERWOCKY 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. 'Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!' He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought-- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. 'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. by Lewis Carrol |
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Feb 20th, 2007 - 9:14 PM |
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My Cat Has Fleas My cat is chewing on her butt; It makes me think she is a nut. I try to drown the fleas in spray; They jump and shout and just yell "Hey!" I try to drown the fleas in powder; they eat it like it's fine clam chowder. I try to drown the fleas in gas; that really burned my kitty's ass. |
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CRAZYWOLF
Feb 20th, 2007 - 11:55 PM |
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This is a poem that I wrote myself. I hope everyone enjoys it. I Walk The Night I feel the thunder, I feel the pain, I know the struggle that you keep the nights, in the rain I feel your face, I hear your eyes, I know the nights that you cry, but still we survive. I walk the night. I walk the night. Fighting the darkness that breaks our hearts, We hold each other tight. I walk the night. I walk the night. I feel your tears, I touch your smile, We lick our wounds 'til the light rips through the night, But we still survive. I walk the night. I walk the night. |
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Ima
Feb 21st, 2007 - 9:55 AM |
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Sorry this one is a bit out of "season"! A Politically correct HOLIDAY poem; 'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck... How to live in a world that's politically correct? His workers no longer would answer to "Elves". "Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves. And labour conditions at the North Pole were alleged by the union to stifle the soul. Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety, Released to the wilds by the Humane Society. And equal employment had made it quite clear That Santa had better not use just reindeer. So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid! The runners had been removed from his sleigh; The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A. And people had started to call for the cops When they heard sled noises on their rooftops. Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened. His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened." And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows, Rudolf was suing over unauthorised use of his nose And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation, Demanding millions in over-due compensation. So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife, Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life, Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz, Demanding from now on her title was Ms. And as for the gifts, why, he'd never had a notion That making a choice could cause so much commotion. Nothing of leather, nothing of fur, Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her. Nothing that might be construed to pollute. Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot. Nothing that clamoured or made lots of noise. Nothing for just girls, or just for the boys. Nothing that claimed to be gender specific. Nothing that's warlike or non-pacifistic. No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth. Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth. And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden, Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden. For they raised the hackles of those psychological Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological. No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt; Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt. Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe; And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away. So Santa just stood there, dishevelled, perplexed; He just could not figure out what to do next. He tried to be merry, tried to be gay, But you've got to be careful with that word today. His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground; Nothing fully acceptable was to be found. Something special was needed, a gift that he might Give to all without angering the left or the right. A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision, Each group of people, every religion; Every ethnicity, every hue, Everyone, everywhere...even you. So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth... May you and your loved ones, enjoy peace on Earth.  
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james
Aug 6th, 2008 - 6:09 PM |
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curtis you and your marlinton kids threw that last game that 1 ball i hit that allmost went over the fence didnt matter to you did it curtis wesly and brandon devon well your preaty cool you didn`t throw the game |
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james
Aug 6th, 2008 - 6:10 PM |
but holes
curtis you and your marlinton kids threw that last game that 1 ball i hit that allmost went over the fence didnt matter to you did it curtis wesly and brandon devon well your preaty cool you didn`t throw the game  
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CRAZYWOLF
Feb 21st, 2007 - 9:30 PM |
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Here is another one of my poems. I wrote this for my girlfriend. SPECIAL WOMAN God he had a plan, It was a Special one, Because he gave me you, "My Special Woman." He thought it was time, To quit being blue, But to be happy and, Being happy with a woman, Like you. You are my love, You are my friend, But most of all, You are, "My Special Woman." And my special friend. I thank God everyday, For that Special Plan for, For giving me a, "Special Woman." You will always be, My one and only, Special friend and, My very own, "Special Woman." I thank God for sending, Me someone who loves me, More than anything, You are, my very Special Woman, "My Special Woman." |
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didn't know where to put this-very good
Feb 22nd, 2007 - 7:51 PM |
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New Pledge of Allegiance! Since the Pledge of Allegiance and The Lord's Prayer are not allowed in most public schools anymore Because the word "God" is mentioned.... A kid in Arizona wrote the attached NEW? School prayer. I liked it. Now I sit me down in school Where praying is against the rule For this great nation under God Finds mention of Him very odd. If Scripture now the class recites, It violates the Bill of Rights. And anytime my head I bow Becomes a Federal matter now. Our hair can be purple, orange or green, That's no offense; it's a freedom scene. The law is specific, the law is precise. Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice. For praying in a public hall Might offend someone with no faith at all. In silence alone we must meditate, God's name is prohibited by the state. We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks, And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks. They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible. To quote the Good Book makes me liable. We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen, And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King. It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong, We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong. We can get our condoms and birth controls, Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles. But the Ten Commandments are not allowed, No word of God must reach this crowd. It's scary here I must confess, When chaos reigns the school's a mess. So, Lord, this silent plea I make: Should I be shot; My soul please take! Amen Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father." |
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ruby grey
Mar 1st, 2007 - 10:24 AM |
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Letter To Mom Feb.25,2007 Can you see me from up there? Can you see the pain down here? The pain I have for so many reasons Hoping it will change each season. I can’t get close to ones I love, I wish sometimes I was a dove. So I could go and see each one, Of the loves here and above. But here I am alone and heartbroken Wondering when the tears will quit soaking. They fall so fast it can’t be helped When I think of you all I can do is |
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Ima
Mar 1st, 2007 - 5:01 PM |
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Dedicated to Ruby: They say that life is fleeting I know that this is true I left this world so quickly With no goodbye to you. I know how much you miss me Your tears fall ever light The pillow where you lay your head Is wet with them at night. I know your heart is hurting The words we left, unsaid I love you’s, left unspoken Are spinning in your head. The strength that I have carried That served to make you whole Remains to make you stronger Within your grieving soul. For you see, while you were weeping On the day I passed away At the gravesite near the flowers Where my loved ones knelt to pray. An angel came to see me She took me by the hand She led me to a kingdom In a very distant land. As I look down from heaven And see you standing there Your heart so ever burdened With more grief than it can bear. I long to bring you comfort I long to give you peace I long to hold you closely Cause all your tears to cease. The joy I’ve found in heaven Goes far beyond compare The love that’s so elusive Can be found here everywhere. The light is softly shining There’s no storm clouds here or rain There’s no teardrops found in heaven There’s no suffering, there’s no pain. You needn’t be so troubled Stay close to God and pray That someday we’ll be together One bright and glorious day. So my love, you shouldn’t question My dear you need not cry I’ve gone to be with Jesus I really didn’t die. Author/Written By: Marilyn Ferguson ©2004 |
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Ima
Mar 18th, 2007 - 8:01 PM |
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A Poem: from Son in prison to Mommy:by Ima (in response to the Editorial "can't afford toothpaste" thread; "WHY, oh WHY?", every day I cry! Ever since my arrest, I can't get no Crest! I sit in my cell, and can't stand the smell. Is it gastritis? No! GINGIVITIS! If I ain't paroled soon, I have no doubt- that it won't be very long until my last tooth falls out. By the way Mommy dear, my bottom is bare, cause this place don't have no huge underwear! You know for a fact I am as big as a barge, I can't figure out why they don't sell 3XXXlarge. The way I look just makes me blush, cause I ain't got shampoo nor a comb or a brush. The food here is bad and there's NEVER enough, so why do I stay so fat while the other dudes are buff? Please Mommy dear, can you write and complain, to the local newspaper before I go insane? Be sure to set up a hoot and a holler, about what a misery prison is without no dollars! Tell them people you ain't got no car, and about the mental anguish I have suffered from your lack of visits and being incarcerated thus far. And be sure to remember, PLEASE don't forget, to mention that I can't even have cigarettes! That should get sympathy from all those folks, when they find out that I ain't even allowed to smoke! I will write again soon with another sad tale... love from your son in Tygarts Valley Regional Jail.  
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SNOW_GODDESS_1998
Mar 25th, 2007 - 8:39 PM |
New Poem
For Fate The shadows stain your skin, on mine The warmth , we press- our souls entwined. magnetic glaze of heated skin, A battle; lust, defeat within. A pause, a breathe; a tickled spine, Your kiss; my lips- our hips! DEVINE. Rubbing, tugging drips of sweat These fated thrusts, I won’t forget! Your eyes are pools, I’ve gladly drowned. My neck, your fingers, my mouth; now bound Immobily wrapped within this bliss Silent and still; no words- my kiss. MdF 07’ |
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sunshine
Apr 4th, 2007 - 10:38 PM |
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"Sentencing-Day" As we returned from the courthouse on that wet December day,I had a feeling of sadness with nothing much to say. You see I had just received my sentence, and it went the worst way under the plea I'd taken,and believe I know because I was shaken. I understand that justice must be met.I believe my Lawyer sold me out and if I was a gambeling man on that I'd surely bet. As I walked through the dayroom straight toward my cell,it's strangeeven though it's always cold, I could feel the fires of Hell.I felt the presence of the Devil when I walked through the door and I didn't want him in my life anymore.As i hit my knees and started to cry, all i wanted to die. All because Satan was a liar and i believed his lies. You see if i'd listened to him when he told me to go ahead. I truly knew it would be a lot less painfull if i was dead, but that is what he wanted me to believe Because he is a liar and it was me he wanted to deceive. So please read 1st Peter 5:8 and it will tell you about him. And then you will see if i'd taken my life like the Devil wanted me to.The family that i had left would be heart broken and blue, not to mention my Salvation would forever be through.so i looked up and started to pray, i could feel the fires going. i ask godto forgive me and begged him to comeinto my life. i also prayed for Him to one day return my Children and wife I also Him to help me not to grieve,and i would walk in his light and in him I'd alway's believe. Inspired by god---written for the lost |
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Nobody
Apr 5th, 2007 - 10:54 AM |
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"My Way" As I walk into the room. I see her standing across the way. Her alburn hair shinning with reflections of the evening sun. I just can't seem to take my eyes off of her. The voices of the people talking around me sound as if they were a distant thounder. Fortelling of the comming rains. I stand hoping that just one look from her jade green eyes will fall my way. She turns and walks through the crowd. I pray! Please stop. Please stay. Just one look my way. 2007 Nobody |
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:)
Apr 15th, 2007 - 2:18 PM |
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Here is a few sayinys about friends and friends that we have lost and i would like to dedicate them to Christopher Brion Reeser June 5th 1992 to March 15th, 2007 "Those we love don't go away,They walk beside us every day,Unseen, unheard, but always near,Still loved, still missed and very dear. I'm surronded by angels I call them friends they walk beside from the begining to the end A real friend is hard to find difficult to leave and evan harder to forget 
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:)2
Apr 15th, 2007 - 2:33 PM |